The Wind

 

Oh, I long for justice

But with you, I know it’s going to be Just Is

I know I’m justifiable

But you laugh and say

Only just...if...I...able... myself

To see you as a human being

Not a freak

I scream and shout, run about

Up and down the street all day and night
Asking for equality

But you don’t hear my voice

Listen to my words

Perceive my being

We must seek common ground
But you say

We have nothing in common

Not today or any day

I do know this...

After we sift through all the mud and shit and dust and rubble

Dig down to one essential thing

You cannot deny that I draw breath

(As you do, too)

And that’s enough for me to know

We are the same kind of creature

Because we breathe

We share the air

Air is free

You can’t grow it, age it, or refine it
You can't define it, monetarily

You can’t order a select cut of USDA choice air

Air is free

Take a breath

You must know, you breathed the same air
I breathed moments ago

But don’t worry, I’m not contagious.

You can’t turn into me nor I into you just by sharing air

Unless, you believe like the ancients did

In our breath resides the spirit

Breathed into us by God

And when take our last breath

The spirit leaves, joining with the breeze
Since we'll be together
One way or another
We might as well start now

We must understand
When we die, we expel our spirits into the wind
To move what we will move
To go where we will go
And, you know, only God knows
Where the wind blows
How it goes
Whom it moves

So, listen

There's a message
We hardly ever hear
Stop the clutter, the clatter

All the senseless noise

Draw near

In Communion

Oh Come Union...

Be together in peace

In Community

Oh Come Unity...

A prayer
Carried in the wind
To the ears of God